A/N: To Bubbles: I have it better. I have it as 'Black Magikarp'. For a bike gang. ^_^

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Chapter 55: Speechy Clean

I walked outside the second terminal to find the normal route music playing, a street surrounded by grass on either side, and a sports uniform- wearing guy getting an ! over his head.

'The pitcher throws his first pitch!' read the text box.

'520: ? …!'

He looked left, then down, and slid a pokeball over to me, which contained the useless TM for Fling. It does damage based on your held item AND USES IT FOR GOOD.

'Pansear: Oh. I can see why it's bad.'

'Unfezant: Why's it bad? It can be used to take out garbage, and hit it on someone's head! It would be all IN YOUR FACE and they'd be like NOO NOT TRASH and it would be crazy! And insanity is equal to ducklings, so I know it's good!'

"Okaaay…moving on."

Past him was grass, with a road going down the middle, and a couple of bikers patrolling the area. I walked up, around the first person, before battling some Hooligans: a Biker and a…gang person? In a double battle.

'Ferrothorn: Hey! I can hang onto the screen!'

"Then why's it show you in midair?"

'Stoutland: Maybe the screen goes overhead them, and if it saw itself it would be hard to program, so it just doesn't show? Or maybe the sprite's just weird.'

'520: ? …'

Ferrothorn started off with a Curse, while Stoutland, in a double battle used Bite. The scraggies (that sounds weird) used High Jump Kick, and fainted both Stoutland and Ferrothorn. So Lampent and Pansear came out.

'Lampent: Whooie! That's what the sound says I say. Seriously, what's up with this?'

'Pansear: It's an awesome engine. Don't derail it.'

'Ferrothorn: Wot's derailing?'

'Lampent: Yeah, what is it?'

'Pansear: Later. Battle. Focus.'

Pansear used Fire Blast and Lampent used Flame Burst, getting them to about an eighth of their HP, when the move Payback took Lampent out.

'Samurott: Ugh. Dem Scraggies.'

Luckily, an Aqua Jet took one out, and a Flame Burst won the battle.'

'Unfezant: Oh! I've got it! The 25th Plasma Grunt was in Dragonspiral Tower! Yeah! I remembered him from the future! Yeah!'

'520: …?'

'Samurott: Let's leave it as randomness.'

The rest of the route was ridiculously short, and so I stepped through the gate and into an assault of techno music, glowing lines lining the sidewalks, and generally a 'future' look.

'Stoutland: Whoa… how do they have all those lights on and not drain a ridiculous amount of power?'

'Samurott: And why did the city planner like Tron so much anyway?'

"Tron? What's that?"

'Pansear: Seriously? Read u- hey, is that Alder?'

'Lampent: Nooo! I'm too busy looking at the portal door things!'

"Portal door things? Sounds cool."

'Unfezant: Wha- ohhh. They're made of lightsabers! Now come on, let's go find Alder and get him to give us a blimp!'

"Alder? Let's see…"

I walked forward and saw …Alder? And two Plasma grunts off to the side of the screen?'

'Pansear: What, do you doubt my sight? Alder WAS there.'

"Is that a P-sign? Oh, not another demonstration."

'Alder: Hello, Kyle… this way.'

Alder led me to the back of a group consisting of random people listening to Ghetsi- oh hey, was that Bianca's bodyguard person to the righ-

'Alder: Ghetsis… What a liar. Desperately trying to con everyone with his speech.'

The music and screen both shifted over to Plasma.

'Ghetsis: That's correct! Our lord N has combined his power with the legendary Dragon-type pokemon and intends to create a new world.'

'Stoutland: You know, Ghetsis, if you're saying crazy stuff, you might want to bring along evidence.'

'Pansear: Yeah, and Zekrom's sprite only takes up four til- people's space!'

'Ghetsis: We herald the return of the hero of Unova, founder of this region.'

'Hero?' murmured somebody.

'Dragon?' Murmured another.

'Legend?' asked another.

'Gimme bagels!' said Unfezant. 'I'm serious. If you don't give me bagels I'm voting for Alder in the 2099 vote. Or is this year 1912… well, whenever the next vote is, if you don't give me bagels, I'm voting for Alder or whoever's name sounds the most like Snazzy!'

'Lampent: Be quiet, Unfezant. And besides, everyone knows that Brock Obama's going to beat Misty Romney. Every one of the Lamps except Litwick, Litwick and Litwick said so on the poll.'

'Ferrothorn: Who? Wot? Are those even real people?'

'Lampent: Of course not! If I said real people, The copyright Delcatties would come!'

'Samurott: Ugh, stop with the bad parodies. And besides, I thought pokemon couldn't vote.'

'Unfezant: We do it by email. Now be quiet and listen to him to see if he'll give us blimps!'

"Bagels." I corrected.

'Unfezant: Or bagels. But either way, BE QUIET!'

'Be quiet, stupid Pokemon.' Popped up onscreen.

I pressed A to spare Unfezant humiliation (that she totally deserved) and continue Ghetsis' speech.

'Ghetsis: Pokemon are different from people. They are living beings who contain unknown potential. They are living beings from whom we humans have much to learn.'

'Samurott: You know, pokemon seem to be just as smart as humans, but with fire and other stuff controllable. I almost wonder why we haven't taken over yet. Then I remember the almost at the beginning of the sentence, and realize it.'

'Pansear: Someone needs to write that.'

"Yeah."

'Ghetsis: They are beings whose greatness we should acknowledge! Beings that should be freed from our oppression! Even the voice you just heard agrees with me. Ladies and gentlemen, I ask you now… Please, release your Pokemon.'

'Freed?' asked someone gullible.

'Pokemon?' asked someone on the phone.

'No, you're NOT going to get bagels. Don't ask.' Said Ferrothorn.

'Unfezant: Aww. I can haz bananas?'

"Except the voice don't agree with you. Can you just go?"

'Ghetsis: I have no more to say. Thank you one and all for your attention.'

The Plasma Grunts packed up the flags before walking down the street and out of view. After a bit more chatter, everyone dispersed… but two obviously plot-important people. One of which was already involved in the plot.

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